A Masters Love Is selfless sacrifice Long days Talking through sleepless nights

A Masters Love un-dieing, unending, undeterred His love is seen Not only heard

He gives his utmost His blood, and his sweat He gives his all With no regret

He weighs the measure Of each and every word That may be heard By a heart that can hurt

In a Masters heart There is no doubt Nor any fear That he might lose What he holds dear

He says your name with every breath He feels you with him every step There is nothing, he will not do To show his love for you

When a Master Loves, He lives He gives of himself without concern He knows he has the gift of your submission In return.

A Day without you, is an empty thing. As a musician must pause to refrain... I wait... Anxious... For the music... To start again.

To know you, Is to feel complete, and full, With a beautiful song... Then incomplete, and empty... When the music is gone.

A Dark Melody, That stirs my soul... Fills my heart... Leaving loneliness no home. A look in your eyes... A smile... A touch of your hand...

All notes from a Symphony, No ear could understand, Or no eye could see...

... My Dark Melody ...

I saw you in the darkness.. On a long forgotten road... The mist caught the moonlight.. There I saw your soul...

I felt you in the darkness.. Where light can never go.. I heard you whisper through the leaves, Of unseen trees, When the wind would blow..

You touched me in a hidden place... Of which no one knows... I will look for you, on windy nights.. Beneath the moonlights glow..

Ignored.... Faceless heads, straining to release Silent screams. Un-mouthed warnings...
Of things to be. Dark.. impenetrable walls...
standing for eternity.. Leaking dark contorted thoughts....
Into my reality. Staining my life.. with insanity.
They are there..
Faceless heads on twisted bodies..
Hammering thoughts against the walls,
Between the subconscious, and my reality.

Leaking the unheard screams into being...

Breaking down the walls,
hammering unheard calls...

....Into being..

I Hear.....

The whirrr of the A/C on the rooftop.

The naked man standing on the intake.

Strings tied from fingers to genitals.

Performing a perverted puppet show.

His sickness being pulled down.

Filtered and piped through the building.

I hear the soft hiss of the vents.

Softly pumping his madness.

Into the rooms of the sleeping.

The whirrr of the A/C stops.

The men in their beds.

now ***** ,rolling over.

Partners still asleep, take a deep breath.

Pressing ***** against the firmness..

I hear everything...

You can pose for me. I will paint you with words. Taking what you feel, And making it beautiful, Even all the hurt...

Taking what I know of you, I will mix it with O/our fantasies, Painting them here to be true... You can pose for me.. And I will Make your dreams reality..

For this is what I do....

Feeling the familiar rise inside.. The Dragon... the beast... Its stronger this time... I cannot cage it within myself.. My mortal body now just a weak shell.

I give up, I surrender to its strength. I become nothing more than the shell.. From which the Beast will break free.. Emerging Red eyed, and strong, Covered in impenetrable scales... Safe from all harm.

The rise of dark... The birth of an emotionless thing. This is what I was destined to be.. Emotions replaced by instinct.. A companion no longer a need...

Spreading Wings wide... A red eyed beast takes flight...

It is Time To Feed!

Love is a strange thing... Sometimes it screams at you.. Alive and full of passion. Sometimes it whispers softly.. Something comfortable and warm.

Sometimes...

         Sometimes.. Its silence.
         Sometimes.. Its blind.
         Sometimes.. Its deaf.
         Sometimes.. Its focused.
         Sometimes.. Its scattered.
         Sometimes.. Its unsure.
         Sometimes.. Its confusing.
         Sometimes.. Its solid.
         Sometimes.. Its perfect.
         Sometimes.. Its pianful.
         Sometimes.. Its indifferent.
         Sometimes.. It simply is....
         Sometimes.. Its hate....
         Sometimes.. Its a lie...
         Sometimes.. Its everything at once.. the weight of the universe the gravity of every sun, all of the joy of everything in existence, and all of the pain.. a churning stomach.. a tight chest.. a million jumbled thoughts.. A lesson learned, a lesson taught.. its mighty and unbending, and then crumpling into a heap..helpless. Its all of these things in a single moment so overwhelming that it crushes you.. its love...it is what it is.. its everything... and at the same time...its nothing..

You stumbled.. fell and skinned your knee. Your mother made it better with a kiss, This is how it is supposed to be.

Then whe you were older... You lived and walked your dreams.. But this time when you stumbled.. It caused your soul to bleed..

Again your mother fixed it, The only way she knew how.. She convinced you that Dreams your fantasy, were not reality.... no way... no how....

That was then.. this is now.. The next time that you may stumble.. I promise you wont fall... I will be there to catch you..

There will be no pain at all.

I place you naked, on your knees... And admire what is mine. I pet you gently, Then pull you by the hair, And make you look me in the eye. You know that I will take you, When... and how I please. ... As you kneel there, on the floor... ... naked... on your knees.

First I taught your heart, To feel more than just my hand... I overwhelmed your soul, With more emotion than you could stand. I taught your mind to trust me, So that when I touch you... you can see.... you belong to only me...

Now... I will push you to your limits.. But not more than you can stand. I will show you that "I Love you", With the harshness of My hand. And you will give me your submission... ... In exchange for what I am.

When Lightning strikes, and thunder shakes the ground.. I miss her.. when two people laugh in the store at something in the vegetable isle. I miss her.. when the sun is shining and the day is good.. It lacks her smile... and I miss her.. When I try to play in sadistic ways.. and cant.. I miss her.. When I hold a lil girl, who isn't really my whole world.. I miss her..

When I breathe... I miss her..

Who Am I?

A single tear, Sharp and clear.

A regret, a mistake.

To turn back time, To the clocks last chime.

I Fear, it is too late.

Standing here within the fire. A cloak black as night.

In the folds, The burning souls shine bright.

I take my place, Between the pillars of fire.

Wings of starry night spread wide.

Pillars of fire, Burning the screams, of anguished souls, On either side.

Half cloaked in night.

Half Naked in light.

An Evil within myself. Which i cannot hide.

Who Am I?